Ineffable (Crowley x female OC)

In which Jenna Tells Crowley

Jenna woke up from probably the best sleep she'd ever had to the morning sun shining on her face. Blinking her eyes open, she saw light streaming through her window, as well as long, fiery red hair resting on the mattress near hers.

Frowning slightly, she pushed herself up a bit and gasped lightly: Crowley was kneeling by her bed, his head resting peacefully on the white linen sheets. Jenna then noticed something very warm enveloping her right hand. She lifted up her blankets and saw that the demon's hand was wrapped gently around hers; her thumb was gently pressed against the outside of his hand.

Memories of excruciating agony, dull knives stabbing her entire body as electric shocks ran through it and a jackhammer drilled a massive hole in her brain, flooded back to Jenna, as did the white hot pain when Aziraphale barely touched her forehead. Most prominent were recollections of the immediate, cool and soothing relief of Crowley's gentle touch, and then darkness as fervent whispers lulled her to sleep.

Smiling, she rubbed Crowley's large, protective hand with her thumb and listened to him breathing softly as she carefully lowered herself back down to the mattress. Jenna wished she could see his face (he probably looked just like an angel while he slept), but to do so would mean disturbing the sleeping demon, so she settled for gazing sleepily at the top of his head, his soft hair tickling her face a bit.

If life was fair, phones wouldn't be nearly as loud, disruptive or unpredictable as they are. But as life is not fair, at least by human standards, Crowley was rudely awakened from another incredible nap by Freddie Mercury singing "We Will Rock You" at the top of his lungs.

Jolting awake, he inadvertently clenched the hand holding Jenna's a bit too hard, causing her to yelp in discomfort.

"Ahhh!" he exclaimed upon hearing her, spinning around and falling backwards facing the bed.

"Ahhh!" cried Jenna simultaneously, holding a hand to her mouth as she watched Crowley twist and tumble backwards, his face like a scared, still sleepy meerkat's.

The duo just stared at each other in shock, breathing heavily as Crowley's ringtone continued to play a few more bars of Queen before whoever called perhaps inevitably realized they had the wrong number to begin with and hung up.

"Hi," said Jenna softly, waving at him a bit.

"Hi," said Crowley weakly and in a higher pitch than usual. Clearing his throat, he added in a rougher, much more manly tone, "Um, good morning. Sorry if my phone, uh, woke you up....." He glanced at the phone warily before swiping it off the carpet and shoving it deep in his pocket.

Jenna, stifling a giggle, responded, "Good morning. It didn't, I was already awake."

"Oh."

Jenna pulled the covers off her legs and sat on the edge of the bed, legs crossed, looking at the ground. They both stared awkwardly away from each other a bit before Jenna glanced up at him, smiling shyly. "Thank you for staying with me while I--well, while I was freaking out," she said softly, grinning apologetically. "I'm sorry for causing you and Zira so much trouble."

Crowley's eyes softened as he tilted his head slightly at her, sighed and cross his own legs on the carpet. "Jenna, you apologize more than any person, angel or any other being I've ever met," he confessed, smiling sadly, "and it has never once been necessary for you to do so."

Jenna smirked, raised an eyebrow and pointed at her stomach. "Nice try, Crowley...."

"Well, that's my truth anyway," he argued, looking at her with that queer expression that used to make her so uncomfortable. "Through no fault of your own, you were in severe pain, so much so that you couldn't move without screaming." He could barely say the words without bursting into tears again. "You weren't "freaking out," you were literally being tortured. And you never are, were or will be anything even remotely resembling a problem to us." To me, he wanted desperately to add, but knew that would make her uncomfortable so he refrained.